God-level Demon Hunter

Like himself.

And the guy opposite, his heroic eyebrows, big and bright dark gold pupils, delicate skin, slightly softer facial contours compared to adults, handsome facial features, and youthful demeanor all show that he is very young. Small, at most fifteen or sixteen years old from the outside.

Moreover, Geralt clearly understood how the special herbal reagents that the witcher drank during the grass trial would have a strong catalytic effect on the body.

The actual age of the witcher in front of him...he wasn't even a young man, but a teenager.

However, Geralt noticed another detail. The ears of the witcher boy were different from normal humans, as they were slightly pointed.His hair color is not pure black, but mixed with light brown.

"Half-elf? No, quarter-elf. The kid is of elven blood. Is he from the school of cats?" As far as Geralt knew, a large percentage of members of the swift and graceful school of cats were of elven blood, and Mostly deranged lunatics—the relationship between witchers of different schools is not harmonious.

Geralt couldn't help tensing up, the short sleeves of the leather jacket bulged out from the muscles in his arms.The dryad behind him sensed something strange, and pointed his bow and arrow at the opposite demon hunter hesitantly.

……

"Praise the Law of Accident!"

The little butterfly didn't mess with fate!

Roy grinned heartily, and that sincere smile made the two people on the opposite side relax a little.

"Geralt, and Miss Dryad, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School."

Suppressed and excited, the boy took out the badge of the Snake School from the lapel of his chest, and showed it to the idol from his previous life opposite.

"You know me, what's your purpose in entering this dangerous territory?" Geralt's body was still tense, ready to exert force at any time, although his instinct told him that the guy opposite him had no malicious intentions.

"Your Excellency White Wolf, I have heard a lot about your deeds from bards from all over the world. My teacher, Lei Suo, also introduced me to the status of various schools, and he happened to mention you."

Roy pointed to the wolf pendant around his neck.

"Actually, I played you..." At the same time, I added in my heart, looking at the white wolf openly.

He is about 6.2 feet (1.9 meters) tall, and he has inherited the usual slovenliness of a witcher-a weathered face, unkempt, wearing an old chain mail, and his white hair is casually tied around his head with a black hair tie. Afterwards, the face looked a little narrow and elongated, with a high nose bridge, thick lips, surrounded by a circle of gray stubble that was not cleaned, and a very rigid jaw line.

His eyes are deep and indifferent. Near the beast-like left pupil, a long scar crosses the brow bone and appears on the lower eyelid.

But the most striking thing is his stiff facial expression, which is as rigid as a machine, which is the legendary dead face.

This had to remind Roy of a rumor that there were frequent accidents in the grass trials, so Leto became bald, while Geralt lost hair pigment and facial nerves were paralyzed, making it difficult to make complex expressions, even smiling .

This face, coupled with his cold demeanor, indeed, Roy touched his nose, and gave Geralt an apologetic look that made him puzzled - indeed, it could scare a child to tears!

Geralt of Rivia

Age: 78

Sex: Male

Identity: Wolf School Demon Hunter

life:?

Mana: 160

Attributes:

Power: 20

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 19

Will: 6

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 16

skill:

Sign of the Witcher...

alchemy……

meditation……

Wolf school long sword swordsmanship...

Witcher Senses...

other?

……

Roy remembered that Geralt was no match for the King's Assassin Letho in a one-on-one match.

This is normal. What White Wolf talks about the most is not his superb skills, but his legendary experience and his emotional history with many women.

"Charisma 6 is about the same as an ordinary person."

So, what is it that makes so many female sorceresses and ordinary women fly into his arms like moths?Roy is curious,

"Well, I have to ask him for advice on this point."

……

"You've heard of me, you're right..." Geralt said in a self-deprecating tone, "I'm afraid everyone on this continent knows the name of Butcher Bravikan."

"That's not your fault!" Roy was about to explain something, when suddenly there was the sound of "tattling" footsteps on the tall hornbeam beside him.

When the footsteps stopped, a petite figure appeared in the upper left of Roy's field of vision,

"brat!"

"Roy!"

Ciri, who was wearing a dirty jacket, jumped down from the big tree with a faint cry, and jumped into the arms of the witcher.

The witcher caught her firmly, then picked her up and happily circled her around.

"Are you injured?"

"No... woo... Roy... I thought I'd never see you again."

Roy wiped the sticky tear stains on the girl's face with a funny face,

"Don't cry...you're crying like a little tabby cat...look there! The monster is dead, you're safe now!"

Ciri turned her head and glanced at the giant centipede that had turned into two pieces, snorted heavily, then buried her face in the boy's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm tired and sleepy, Roy told me to rest a little while."

After expending a lot of physical strength, and being frightened for a long time, she suddenly relaxed, and the little girl just fell asleep in the arms of the demon hunter.

"Wait... what's the situation now!?" Geralt asked, who was left alone, "Roy of the Viper School, is that little guy in your arms a little dryad?"

"Let's go!" At this moment, the honey-haired dryad interrupted the witcher again in her poor Common Tongue, "Yugorn...smell...swarm...go!"

Roy sighed and had to give up searching for the corpse of the giant centipede. He originally wanted to look through to see if he could find any useful mutants.

……

The four of them left the clearing and the horned tree together, and moved forward under the leadership of the dryad in order to avoid the hunting of the Yugorn group.

The forest became thinner, and they passed through groves on a sandy patch, through bushes, misty meadows, and the temperature began to drop.

"The viper school..."

"Call me Roy, don't be so cynical..." The young witcher held the back of the girl's thigh with one hand, allowing her to rest her head comfortably on his shoulder.The girl's body is light, soft and warm, like a big doll.

"Okay, Roy. To be honest, I can't remember seeing a demon hunter as young as you for decades, not just Kaer Morhen, I heard that other academies have stopped training apprentices for some years, demon hunter There are fewer and fewer people." Geralt walked side by side with him and sighed.

"So, I'm really lucky."

"Um……"

After a moment of silence, Geralt quietly turned his eyes to the petite girl. "This girl." Geralt looked at the little girl, whose unruly hair was tangled with pine needles and leaves, but still looked clean, neither smelling of smoke nor rancid grease.

Her hands on Roy's shoulders were dirty, but small and delicate, without any scars or blemishes.

She was wearing a black, gray and white jacket, which was unidentifiable, but the short boots on her feet were made of calfskin, so she was obviously not a country girl.

"She's a princess, isn't she? You and Faithnet's group entered Brokleon to find her."

"Do you know Freixnet?" Roy asked out of the question,

"Well," said the witcher without hesitation, "a few years ago, when that guy was still a baron in Hamm, he was cursed by his ex-girlfriend and turned into a cormorant. I happened to stop by and help him break the curse." .”

"Geralt, you are really a curse buster. But I'm sorry, I can't tell you about her identity." Roy pretended to be tricky and winked at Geralt, "When she wakes up, you ask."

"...Then Roy, what are your plans next?"

"We can't do anything in Dryad's territory, right?"

"You can't go now."

Roy glanced at Miss Dryad who was leading the way, "Then where is she taking us?"

This young dryad has a slender figure and a very delicate face, which is in great contrast to his previous vigorous skills and sharp methods.

At this moment, there is a little impatience and fear on her beautiful face with gorgeous patterns?It seems that he is not willing to communicate face-to-face with the three humans behind him.

"The heart of Brokleon, the true home of the Dryads, Doon Canal."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, everything was as expected.

"By the way, Miss Dryad, what should I call her?"

He has observed that the other party is called Brian, but if he calls out her name out of nowhere, he is afraid that he will not be shot to death.

Geralt shook his head, some subtle changes had taken place on his rigid face, he blinked at Roy,

"Want to know the Dryad Lady's name? You'll have to ask yourself."

"You have elven blood, just use the ancient language to communicate with her directly."

Chapter 23 Forest Night

Roy hugged Ciri and walked side by side with the honey-haired dryad.Through the bright stripes drawn with walnut juice on the face, Miss Dryad's facial features are actually very immature, and she looks like a girl of about 16 years old.

Brian

gender: female

Age: 35

Identity: Dryad, resident of Brokleon

Life: 100

Attributes:

Power: 6

Agility: 10

Constitution: 10

Perception: 10

Will: 6

Charisma: 7

Spirit: 6

skill:

Bow Specialization Lv5

Grace of the Wind (Passive Solidification)

Child of the Forest (Passive Solidification): The Dryad is one of the guardians of the forest, the caretaker of nature, it protects animals and plants, and the forest rewards her with grace. When she is in it, the recovery speed of physical strength, magic power, and injuries is doubled.

Sure enough, dryads and elves have similar bloodlines.

"Vado xisa nakuen (what's your name)?" Roy asked.

Hearing the sound, the latter turned his head and stared at him in surprise, as if surprised by Roy's fluent ancient language, then bit his lip and hesitated,

"Breien."

"Then Ms. Bryan...how long before we reach our destination?"

"Get lost...traps...beasts...a day and a half...at least."